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 Burundi and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Sisters of Mercy to the punk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.