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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.