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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.