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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.