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 Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Roxette to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.