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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 spring reverb 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 Five Americans to the funk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.