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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Eric Copeland to the grime 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.