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 Ghana and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bronski Beat to the punk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.