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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.