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 Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Procol Harum to the disco 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.