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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.