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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 CMW to the rock 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
UT,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.