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 Sri Lanka 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Faust,
X-102,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.