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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Amon Düül II to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Can,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Mars,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.