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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.