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 Philippines and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 The Beau Brummels 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.