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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Visage,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.