Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.