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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.