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 Angola and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Index,
The Move,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.