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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Todd Terry to the funk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.