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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 guitar 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 Moebius to the techno 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.