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 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mummies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.