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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Bluetip to the electroclash 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.