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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator 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 Ponytail to the dance 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.