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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Blake Baxter to the rock 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.