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 New Zealand 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Crime,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.