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 Belgium and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force 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?
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.