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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Golliwogs to the grime 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.