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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.