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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Move,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.