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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.