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 Mexico and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rap 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Pole,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.