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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.