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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.