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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.