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 Pakistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Shoche,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.