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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.