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 Cameroon 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Busters to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
PIL,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
X-102,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Index,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.