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 Latvia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Machine to the jazz 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.