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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.