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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the techno 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.