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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Neu!,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.