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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.