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 Kuwait 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.