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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.