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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.