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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.