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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.