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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erasure to the crunk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.