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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sugar Minott to the rock 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.