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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 guitar 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.