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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.