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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.