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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Fear,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.