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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Visage to the disco 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.