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 Serbia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Zapp to the dance 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.