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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
The Victims,
X-101,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.