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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.