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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Duran Duran to the rock 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.