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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Wire,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.