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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.