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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.