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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.