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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.