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 Belarus 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
The Index,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Can,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.