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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.