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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.