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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.