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 Macedonia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.