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 Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 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 Section 25 to the jazz 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.