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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.