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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Cramps to the grime 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.