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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Interpol,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.