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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.