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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Steve Hackett to the rap 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.