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 New Zealand 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.