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 Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.