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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 The Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.