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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Ossler,
AZ,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.