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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Yellowson to the grunge 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.