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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.