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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 LL Cool J to the crunk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.