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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Slave,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Magma,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
The Wake,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.