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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.