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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liaisons Dangereuses 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.