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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.