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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Quando Quango to the grunge 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
The Index,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
ABC,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.