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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Skaos to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Index,
Wings,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.