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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Lungfish to the electroclash 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
Faust,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Japan,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.