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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.