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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.