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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Franke,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.