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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Ten City 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
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.