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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Sam Rivers to the grime 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Visage,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.