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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.