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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.