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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.