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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.