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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Rapeman to the disco 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.