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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.