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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Quando Quango to the techno 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Index,
John Holt,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.