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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 theremin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Slave,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.