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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gun Club to the grunge 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Pole,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.