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 Congo 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 disco 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Swans,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.