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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
ABC,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.