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 Chile and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.