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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Fela Kuti to the rap 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.