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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Television,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
The Associates,
The Move,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.