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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.