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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.