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 Belarus 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Terry Callier to the rock 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.