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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
UT,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.