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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
June Days,
The Remains,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.