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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 The American Breed to the techno 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.