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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.