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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the dance 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.