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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.