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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
CMW,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.