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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Schoolly D to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.