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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.