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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.