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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.