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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
PIL,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.