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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.