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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.