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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.