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 Norway 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Index to the punk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Nas,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.