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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.