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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.