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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Organ,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.