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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 The Victims to the jazz 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.