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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the electroclash 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.