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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.