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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.