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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Nas to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.