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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.