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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.