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 Iraq and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fuzztones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.