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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T. Rex to the disco 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Scion,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.