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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Nas,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.