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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Darondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.