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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the dance 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.