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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Q65,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.