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 Yemen and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Bronski Beat to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.