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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
PIL,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Pagans,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.