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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.