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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.