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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Marcia Griffiths 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.