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 Barbados and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.