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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Raincoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.