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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Magazine,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.