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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.