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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop 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?
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.