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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Franke,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.