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 Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.