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 Qatar 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
CMW,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.