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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.