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 Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.