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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maurizio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.