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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.