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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 AZ to the dance 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.