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 Togo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.