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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.