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 Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.