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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Visage,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
The Names,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.