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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Bauhaus to the rap 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.