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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Mission of Burma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.