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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.