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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Pylon,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.