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 Jordan and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the grunge 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Japan,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.