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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.