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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.