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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Franke,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.