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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Index,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Brick,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
UT,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.