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 Ukraine 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.