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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Rakim,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.