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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 AZ to the rap 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.