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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.