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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.