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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.