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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.