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 France and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.