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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the grime 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.