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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.