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 Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.