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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.