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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Toasters to the grunge 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.