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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Technova,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.