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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.