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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.