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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Can,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
X-101,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.