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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 The New Christs 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.