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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
The Move,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.