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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
ABC,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.