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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
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 Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.