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 Greece and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Gong to the crunk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.