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 Nauru 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Pantytec 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Scientists,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.