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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee 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?
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.