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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.