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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 The Gladiators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.