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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.