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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents 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?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Pylon,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.