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 Mali 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
PIL,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.