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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 This Heat to the crunk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.