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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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?
DNA,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.