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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 chamberlin 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 The Blackbyrds to the crunk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
MDC,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.