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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.