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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.