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 Antigua and from London.
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 Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Count Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Associates,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.