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 Cambodia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Harry Pussy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.