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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.