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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Sam Rivers to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.