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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.