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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.