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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Magma,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.