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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Japan,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.