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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the disco 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.