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 Austria 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Essential Logic to the dance 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
The Index,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.