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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Make Up,
Whodini,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.