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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Monks to the punk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.