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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Velvet Underground to the funk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.