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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Audionom,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.