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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Au Pairs to the jazz 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.