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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.