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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.