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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.