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 Marshall Islands 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.