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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Altered Images to the rock 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.