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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
The Busters,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.