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 Armenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.