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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Nico,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.