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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.