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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 The Golliwogs to the rock 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.