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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Marmalade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.