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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.