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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Teasers to the dance 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.