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 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.