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 Angola and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.