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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.