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 Estonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
The Index,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.