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 Albania and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.