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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.