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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.