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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.