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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.