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 Algeria and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 New York Dolls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.