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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.