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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.