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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.