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 Libya and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 John Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.