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 Burkina and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 The Remains to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.