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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 organ 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.