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 Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.