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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.