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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 linndrum 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.