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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.