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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
The Names,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.