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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.