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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Sisters of Mercy 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
UT,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
Motorama,
Japan,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.