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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Roxette to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.