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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Organ,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.