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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.