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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
The Remains,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.