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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.