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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.