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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
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 snare 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Nico,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.