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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 a-ha to the rap 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.