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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Massinfluence to the grime 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.