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 Afghanistan 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Skarface to the funk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.