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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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?
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.