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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.