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 Eritrea 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.