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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.