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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.