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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.