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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Maurizio to the grunge 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Gong,
Faust,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
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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.