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 Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.