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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.