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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.