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 Liberia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Scion,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.