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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gichy Dan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.