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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.