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 Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.