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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.