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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
the Association,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.