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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.