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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zeros to the grunge 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.