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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Associates to the dance 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Motorama,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.