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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.