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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Agent Orange to the crunk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.