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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
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 sitar 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.