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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 United States of America to the crunk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.