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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.