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 Samoa and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 The Pretty Things to the techno 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Shoche,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Index,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.