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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.