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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
MC5,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Pylon,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.