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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 CMW 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.