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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.