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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 The Associates to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
UT,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.