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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.