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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.