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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.