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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Anakelly to the grunge 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.