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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.