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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.