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 Canada and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.