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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.