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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Blancmange to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.