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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
cv313,
MDC,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.