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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 The Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.