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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Technova,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.