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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 MC5 to the electroclash 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.