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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.