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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.