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 France and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 The Zeros to the rap 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.