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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Nils Olav to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
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