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 El Salvador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Misunderstood to the rap 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.