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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.