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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
The Doors,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Television,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.