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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Porter Ricks to the dance 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Yazoo,
10cc,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.