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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.