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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.