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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.