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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.