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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.