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 Mauritania and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.