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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.