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 Kiribati 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Deakin to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Smog,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.