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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.