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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.