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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Busters to the grunge 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.