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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.