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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.