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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mo-Dettes 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.