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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime 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 Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.