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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Joy Division to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.