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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.