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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.