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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 48th St. Collective to the rap 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.