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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the dance 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 The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.