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 Panama and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.