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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Ituana,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.