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 Togo and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the grime 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.