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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.