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 Armenia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.