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 Greece and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Sister Nancy to the grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.