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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
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The Zeros,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.