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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.