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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Magma,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.