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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.