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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Scion,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.