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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Rascals to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.