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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.