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 Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.