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 Austria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.