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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grime 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.