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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Moebius to the grime 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.