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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Offenders to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.