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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.