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 Iraq and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.