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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 The Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.