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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.