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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Smog to the funk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.