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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.