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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.