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 Latvia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the rock 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.