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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 New Order 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.