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 Antigua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.