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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Nas,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.