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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Suicide to the electroclash 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.