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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Swans,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.