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 Palau 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Wings,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.