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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
CMW,
Pole,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.