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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra to the rock 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.