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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Little Man to the punk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.