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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.