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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 organ 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.