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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.