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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.