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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Television,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.