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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.