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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
PIL,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.