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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The J.B.'s to the punk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.