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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
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The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.