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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Bill Wells 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.