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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.