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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.