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 Belarus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Tehran and New York.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grime 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.