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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doobie Brothers to the techno 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
the Human League,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.