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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.