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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Adolescents to the dance 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback 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.