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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Searchers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
ABC,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.