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 Tonga and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.