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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.