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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
UT,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.