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 Norway and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.