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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Pylon,
AZ,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.