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 Iran 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.