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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Grauzone to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
June Days,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.