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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.