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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 ABC to the disco 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.