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 Serbia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.