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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.