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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.