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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.