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 Liechtenstein 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy 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?
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.