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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.