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 Palau 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.