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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.