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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Remains 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.