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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
MDC,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.