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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the grunge 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.