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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick May to the techno 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.