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 Botswana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Index,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.