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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.