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 Canada and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.