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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Inner City to the rock 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.