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 Portland.
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 Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.