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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Names to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.