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 Mali 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
Visage,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.