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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.