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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.