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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.