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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.