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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Fear,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.