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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.