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 Serbia 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.