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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
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.