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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.