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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 The Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.