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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.