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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.