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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Television,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Q65,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.