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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Ponytail to the disco 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.