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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.