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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.