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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.