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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.