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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.