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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the crunk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Television,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.