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 Swaziland 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Pere Ubu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.