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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
PIL,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.