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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MC5 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
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.