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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.