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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.