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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.