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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Scion to the crunk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.