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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Swell Maps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
UT,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
the Swans,
X-101,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Rekid,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Monks,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.