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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.