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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.