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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Faust,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.