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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.