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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Gun Club to the techno 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.