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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 theremin 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 Stetsasonic to the techno 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.