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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Parry Music to the electroclash 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.