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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.