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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.