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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 The Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.