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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.