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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.