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 Maldives and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.