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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.