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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.