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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the rap 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.