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 Cambodia 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Swans,
Crime,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.