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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 The Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.