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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Nico,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
X-101,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.