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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 World's Most to the funk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.