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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Move to the rock 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.