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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.