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 Burundi and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
the Association,
cv313,
The Move,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.