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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.