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 Madagascar 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the disco 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
MC5,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.