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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.