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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.