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 Mexico 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.