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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
MC5,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.