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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.