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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.