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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Babytalk to the jazz 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Ituana,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.