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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Brick,
June Days,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.