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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.