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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City to the dance 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.