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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.