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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 sitar 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.