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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Gong,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.