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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Q65,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.