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 Guyana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Bronski Beat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.