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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grime 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.