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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Scion,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.