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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Suicide,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.