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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.