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 Panama and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cosmic Jokers to the disco 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.