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 Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.