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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.