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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wake to the grime 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.