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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.