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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the techno 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
ABC,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.