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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.