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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 cv313 to the rap 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.