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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.