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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.