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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.