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 Chile and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Slackers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.