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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Fear,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.