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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.