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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Sherman 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.