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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.