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 Vietnam 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.