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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Lou Christie to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Gong,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.