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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Technova,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Television,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
X-102,
The Sound,
New Order,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.